Things I Hate

Me finding a purse with an anatomically correct heart etched on it an being told it's too expensive. And it's the truth. Hate.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Things That Have Happened This Week

Friend: Oooh that's a nice front door

Me: Yeah, it is although MonsieurB wasn't happy about me coming here on my own. It's quite rough.

Just as those words left my mouth a mini drove past with every person in said mini hanging out the windows. As they passed they chorused: FUCK YOU. No. I couldn't have timed it better myself.

Later on I then walked in to a blind person as I was too busy checking out my doppelgänger. VW bag? Check. HoH tights? Check. Stupid hat? Check. Kitsch Wills and Kate tote? She had it. I want one! More than life itself. H. I. L. A. R. I. O. U. S.

-- Posted from my iPhone

I Would Friend This Man On Facebook

Yes, I would.

Dictionnaire

am·o·rous/ˈamərəs/

Adjective: Fancy speak for drunk and horny

Emperor's New Clothes

I note Clinique are marketing mascara especially for bottom lashes. For a tenner. Seriously, if you can't do your bottom lashes with a normal wand stop wearing mascara. I manage it every morning. On a moving train. Whoever buys this is a fucking moron. And they'll probably invest I'm what I hear is Clinique's next venture - unisex pube comb.

-- Posted from my iPhone

Another not proper update *yawn*

A non stop social life coupled with intense cover of the busiest lady in the world at work means you get the edited highlights:

• I would very much like another tattoo. I'm thinking frilly knickers but I worry I may end up looking like a quirky clipart catalogue;
• Once again, I am lamenting my choice of career and wishing I did something more creative. This will pass. Because it has to. Or I will cry/go mental;
• I nearly applied for the paid Elle internship starting in Spring. Hoom. I did not;
• The weekend of the 19th March will be filled with nothingness. I know this because every weekend up til then is full. The thought of this fills me with equal parts pleasure and dread;
• I need to go to bed so I continue on with my 07:50 starts sat at my desk which is a 2 hour commute away. And yes. I'm leaving at 17:00 and if anyone questions me I look at them and say, "I was here at ten to eight. You hadn't left your house at that time". And that is actually true; and
• On a lighter note my Candybird print arrives tomorrow. I may send Ma out to Habitat to pick me up a beautiful frame. I can not wait to unwrap it and look at it. I have coveted it for around 12 months now. Beautiful pictures on my walls make me happy. Very happy.